kristine_smith

The handwriting on the back already said:
February 1872
my dear mother
born Oct 3rd 1821
died December 5th 1891
She was married April 16th 1838
This picture taken Februrary 1872
The company name across the bottom is the middle of something _REDRIC_

the pencil notes are mine and note that she may be from Annie Jeanneau's family (who were related to my grandfather's Matthews family) but that is absolutely a guess

We left our hero and heroine with a plumber having fixed the leaks, enjoying the wilds of Kentucky.

Sunday, we went to the UU church in Hopkinsville.  Nice open forum - guided topic was biases and how we identify them in ourselves. 

I do like that group.  Small & quirky. 

Went back to hotel, watched games and hung out.

Monday we planned to go out to the farm for a last visit and take off around noon.

Not.

 The frozen fields my husband had been driving around on for the past few days were less frozen.  It was only 28 and there was new snow, but that was deceptive.

The Prius got mired up to the chassis.  We'd get a little ways, but couldn't get back to the gravelled part.  After attempting to work our way out, walked to a neighbor who pulled us out with his tractor- but the tires were low and the Fixaflat was frozen.  It just let out what little air was left.  Another neighbor took us to a third neighbor who
had a pump.  That was brought in a truck.  Met Tracy and Dave - Dave is the minister at the Shiloh Baptist Church, our neighbor on one side who we did not know.  (Larry, who pulled us out we do know.    I believe Ben is related to his wife.  But that sort of goes without saying down there.)


 Got on the road around four - and the car was vibrating badly between 45 and 80, which seemed a perilous way to make a 500 mile trip.  Stopped in Madisonville at the Toyota dealer who demudded the car - and only looked at us slightly strangely - oh and no charge.  So we left Madisonville at 5:25pm.  A little behind schedule.

Ben looked longingly at a hybrid Highlander while we were in the dealers, but they had a VERY high opinion of it.

Got home a little before two.  AM.  Did not go to work - Ben was already coming down with a cough and got no sleep.  (didn't help my sleep either.)  Remainder of the day was spent dealing with the aftermath of the broken pipe from when we were gone.  Mostly was the builtin floor to ceiling cabinets where table linens and such are stored.   Still was a lot of pitching and sorting and so on. 

All the drawers are out of the three builtins in the butler's pantry and the doors are open, and fans are running.

ugh.

The area where the pipes broke was over the butler's pantry area, and under the computer room, which is a former bathroom that was converted into a kitchen while the house was split into apartments.  The pipes were in an area that backs up to the "atticish" type thing that is over the main current kitchen, which was completely closed off.  There is now a hole in the wall under the computer room desk.

We had a nice time, up until the getting stuck in the mud part.

Oh, and I made a genealogical breakthrough on Ben's line, or rather confirmed one - before all hell broke loose and I was arranging plumbers at the library.

Rhoda Lacy was the wife  of Edward Edwards.  Keep that thought.

My morning train was delayed by more than 2 hours due to a report of a gun...

I just missed the train in question by about 30 seconds, but I was on
the train behind it, that was delayed for over 2 hours.

http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/chi-lisle-metra-train-15jan15,0,864864.story

And I was scheduled to meet with my REALLY, REALLY, REALLY big boss at 10:30, to do outprocessing - someone else in my team went up and I got there about 15 minutes late. She was very gracious.

The second highest really big boss, I gather was among those on the train, and may have even been among those who were searched...

Our line couldn't get a break - the same commuters in the afternoon
were looking at long delays.
http://www.chicagobreakingnews.com/2009/01/amtrak-derailment-halts-3-metra-lines.html

Fortunately, I was going to a hockey game, and was able to take
another train line entirely, although I went to Union Station first before developing an alternate plan. 

The crowd was very hostile.

In better news, the Wolves won in overtime, in a shootout, breaking a nine game losing streak.

[	Tags	|	teeth	]
[	mood	|	sore	]

I now have one fewer wisdom teeth than I did.

Last week my dentist Mary tried to fill the cavity in my top left wisdom tooth.  All my wisdom teeth came in when I was in my late 20s and were just regular teeth - except this one, which was slightly crooked and hard to keep clean.  It had a huge cavity and after trying to get it so it could be filled my dentist wanted it gone.  (I haven't had that many cavities - maybe six or seven - ever.)  Although I've always had the impression that she thinks a better organized world would not have wisdom teeth in it.

This she drilled and drilled and then pronouced it toast.  And apparently no one in their right mind ever does anything more agressive to preserve wisdom teeth.

Oral surgeon was good, talked through issues etc.    The actual procedure took less than a minute, although I was there almost two hours.  Paperwork, xray, discussion of my medical  history, discussion with the dentist of the procedure and risks.  About 15 minutes of recovery time making sure I wasn't bleeding. 

I think they may have let me go sooner because I had Ben drive me even though I wasn't planning on anything but a local.

The fact that I'd had a bad reaction to the epinepherin,  meant an extra stick with the anesthetic , which wasn't fun, but the actual procedure was just some pushing and it was done.

I'm currently feeling no pain, courtesy of our friend Vicodin.  I took it at noon, and slept most of the afternoon.  I just took another having had some macaroni and a peanut butter sandwich.  I could just feel the pain sort of waiting in the wings before I took the second dose.  Overall, Dr. C said that this will probably be less painful than the week I've had, because when he takes out the tooth, the nerve comes with it.

Only other issue I had was that I didn't realize they were letting children be "oral maxillary surgeons" these days.

Honest to god, he looked like he might be college age...